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Who: Claire Fraser (

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What: A chance meeting, likely resulting in Claire adopting another Westerosi.
When: Early February.
Where: The .outskirts of Wyver.
Warning(s): TBD.

[ Now that Loras is effectively on his own, for the time being, he's been doing more to try and keep his days busy. Of course, there's lots to do with the Knightryders, but sometimes he just prefers to be on his own. He doesn't really mind it. His thoughts never really bother him so long as he's focused on something.

Today, that something is his archery. With one of his teachers dead and the other one unable to help, Loras is own his own for the day. And that's fine. He's not too terrible at it, and he'd had enough instruction that he knows now if he just keeps it up, he'll eventually be quite apt at it. One by one he fires off the arrows from the enchanted bow, until he's out and he has to go on a walk to collect them.

Each arrow is pulled from the ground, from small patches of flowers that have sprung up around them once the arrows hit. ]

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[Claire doesn't often head to Wyver, her new home being Olympia, but she does occasionally take a short trip over when she finds herself restless. She avoids the people--it's as if some can simply tell her here allegiances are, isn't it?--and tends to head out on her own, collecting curious looking plants and flowers that she might find even in the colder weather. Her basket is at her elbow, only a few things placed inside, but the sound of a bowstring has her curious. Curious, and wanting to make sure this person knows she's out here so she doesn't get shot instead of a deer or something like that.]

Hello. [Claire greets from a distance, not wanting to startle anyone.] Practicing?

[Obviously.]

Edited (don't tag when you just wake up omg) 2018-02-04 17:59 (UTC)

[ Loras looks up from his collection of arrows. He doesn't see too many people walking this way, hence his choice of location, but most that do are Wyver natives returning home. He's certain he's never seen this woman before - but, then again, there are plenty of people here he's never seen. ]

Oh - Yes. I'm afraid I'm not very good at it.

Well, that's what practice is for, isn't it? I'm sure Robin Hood didn't pick up a bow and become a master in one day. [Not that she expects him to know who that is, but she's not fussed over making a reference a native might not understand. If he is actually a native. Hard to tell, some days.]

Did you just begin learning?

[ Loras is, of course, being modest. He's certainly not superb but he's better than most beginners. And, no, her reference goes totally unappreciated but he's sure she means well by it. ]

In a way. I learned, once, a long time ago when I was young. But I was more fond of swords and lances so I put all of my time into those. At least this is something to keep me busy.

Can't say I've met many proficient archers.

[Theon claims to be one, but he'll have to wait for his hand to heal up before he can actually attempt to prove it.]

Swords sound like the most practical of the lot.

I'm inclined to agree, though I do admit I'm biased towards the sword.

[ It was, after all, his livelihood and one of his clams to fame. He pauses, though, and ducks his head with an apologetic smile. ]

My name is Loras. It's rude not to introduce one's self, I apologize.

It's quite all right. I'm the one that dove into chit-chat. I'm Claire.

[The smile on her face falters for a moment, some distant memory coming to mind. It may have been only months ago, but she's fit twenty years in that time. Still, some things remain.]

... if I'm not mistaken, I think you might have known my husband, Jamie? Jamie Fraser.

[ Oh. The name perks Loras up, though he softens instantly, because he knows that Jamie's gone, as well. ]

I did. He was very kind to me when we first arrived.

[ And Loras remembers how highly Jamie had spoken of his wife, and how much in love with her he had been. ]

You're certainly a lucky woman.

I am. [No hesitation to confirm that fact. To be loved by Jamie has been oje of the best things on her life. Not many people experience that sort of love.

Maybe that's why she keeps losing him.]

I'm sorry we haven't met before now.

[ Being something of a hopeless romantic, Loras is instantly charmed by her certainty. There's nothing quite like being in love. ]

It's hardly worth apologizing for. There are so many of us, it seems, I don't think I'll ever meet them all. But I'm glad chance has found us together. Do you call Wyver home?

Oh, no. I only head out here sometimes for supplies.

[She lifts the basket with her, a few flowers and herbs peeking out from under the cloth she has over it.]

I live in Olympia, with the Starks. [A number of people seem familiar with them.] Wyver is a little intimidating, to be honest.

You live with the Starks? [ Loras has an incredulous look about him, but it's also very plainly amused. ] I couldn't even imagine. Sansa is fine to get on with. [ And Loras supposes, also, that he and her very nearly married and he'd be living with her all the time. Though Highgarden's fortress was much larger than these homes. ]

There are worse Westerosi to be living with. [ ~~Stannis~~ ] I think I'm the only one from Westeros who chose Wyver. It reminds me a bit more of my home.

[Claire almost laughs, not sure if she should be defending her newfound family or not. He seems nice enough and likely doesn't mean anything by the comment.]

I'm very fond of her, yes. And her father, and her brother. I had no idea you were from the same place.

[Jamie might have collected Westerosi before her? Incredible.]

We're all from Westeros, yes, but our homes couldn't be more different. Their seat was far up in the north while mine was quite south. Admittedly, before coming here, I've only ever crossed paths with Sansa and her father, and even him briefly. The Starks as a whole seemed to be at the root of everything that happened for several years.

[ Forgive him. Loras is good at playing polite and the part of highborn, charming lord, but one on one and with no buffers his conversation can get a bit rambly if he's not careful. ]

They're a very noble family. [ Is all he should have said from the start. ]

[Theon's always made a point of sneering about the Starks and their sense of honor. Claire's seen it, though she's yet to find it stifling. If anything, it's made trusting them all the easier.]

I can't say I'm well-versed in the politics and events of Westeros, though I've heard bits and pieces here and there from... just about everyone I've met from the place.

[ Loras admires their honour. It's a hard trait to come by in Westeros, and Loras, who's always done his best to be honourable himself, appreciates the trait. ]

Depending on who you happen to be talking to, it can be quite a different story. The politics are more or less, stab someone in the back before they can stab you.

[ There's a smile, but it's thin, and clearly not at all humoured. Loras clearly was the one who got stabbed first. ]

That's how it works in most worlds, I'm afraid.

[She's had her own dealings with politics--as the backstabber, though she was never proud of it. Especially when it came to a point where it became literal. But that was a long time ago.]

Westeros and its politics are gone, for the most part... I know there are a number of you here. I only hope you haven't been bothered.

Bothered by the other Westerosi? Hardly. The only one I've any true quarrel with is Stannis Baratheon, though he's more an annoyance than a bother. I should hope you haven't been bothered by us, otherwise I should consider myself embarrassed on behalf of all of us.

Me, bothered? [Only by Theon.] No, no, they've all been kind and respectable towards me. [Except for Theon.] I never meant to collect you all, but... [She smiles, motioning towards him.] I seem to have a certain sort of luck.

Though Jamie did get to you before I did, so you can't be helped.

I feel I should feel some offense for either Jamie's honour or my own. I think I'd be a bit of an odd addition. I don't quite fit in with the northerners.

[ He laughs all the same. ]

Do you need an escort? You seem like you can handle yourself more than adequately, but you never know what Wyver crazed lunatics are about.

Beyond the Starks, I'm a little lost on the geography where everyone else is from. But I hope you don't mind me keeping you in my husband's absence.

[A husband that would most definitely insist on her having an escort. Knowing as much--]

I don't need an escort, and I'd hate to take you away from your practice, but I wouldn't mind company.

I think at most all you need to know is they're from the dreadful north and I'm from the beautiful south.

[ He's already gathering his arrows into their quiver and hoisting it over his shoulder, but not before reaching to pluck some of the flowers that sprung up as his bow pierced the earth. Of course, he offers them to Claire. ]

It won't be a problem. I think I've practiced myself out for the day.

Noted.

[Amused, Claire takes the flowers with a smile and a nod. Odd, how those flowers seem to be right where his arrows were...]

Thank you. All right, then. If I'm not taking you away, then let's take a stroll. You'll help me not get lost.

[ Loras is a knight. Of course he's going to drop his stuff to accompany a woman, unless she says otherwise. At least he doesn't take her arm. ]

I'll do my best. What brings you this way? Or did you have to escape from the Starks for a moment to breathe?

[ His mouth twitches into a smile, and he ducks his head to laugh. ]

[At least he has a sweet smile and laugh. It makes Claire laugh, too.]

My God, they're not that bad! Or perhaps I'm a northerner at heart, if I don't find them suffocating.